DJ Clue?, EPMD, Redman, Keith Murray - It's My Thang '99 lyrics
[DJ Clue?, EPMD, Redman, Keith Murray - It's My Thang '99 lyrics]
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor
(NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD
The Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out
(STUPID)
Aiyyo, we got these hoes
Spreaded out like mustard
The Squad go to war like General Custer
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard
And havin bad dreams of
Spooky voices and graveyards
First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be fully armed
I got dough, my account be fat and formed
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
Aiyyo I detonate on impact
So niggas better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick
P ain't wit that the blunt, I split that
Bust a four wit the kick back
No need to stress that chickenhead nigga
Already hit that
I put the pow in the wow
Like gun to the powder
Give the hardcore niggas something they
Could be proud of
I get out of hand like I lost my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron
Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
You got skills? come here
Let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa dope around the ring
I'm well promoted
And don't even know Don King
Call me the Sam Cassell
Shots two minute on the clock
Cops know the SL handle well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big
Ass feet out them Chanels
Aiyyo my brain attack this
Hip hop shit aggressively my recipe
Mixed wit stress and niggas testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggas got a long way to
Go to catch the PMD
Aiyyo we put you to the test
Put it through your chest
Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
I asked my nigga Red Alert
He said "YEESSSSS"
I intimidate MC's from the throwing
Of my vocal tone it don't work
I show em the chrome and flash the greens
Coincide wit the red beam
And hear about it all day on Street Scene
I Welcome niggas like Kotter
To the night marauder pull out my gat
You'll be like "AAAGH!" like Godfather
I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic
An MC massacre
Got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these niggas mad
P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE)
We catch you niggas wit glass
And who you gon askin
Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin
I'll be like "ROOF!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith Murray pack a black tech
And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched
Females jump in my flow like double-dutch
My technique, knock niggas off they feet
(why)
I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit
The chrome desert eagle
Yo, I go back like straps
Puttin Lee patch where your knee at
Puff wit mi das
And no Civics wit the ski racks
Shut niggas down that be tryin to win
I'll be like " Wha What
What!" like I'm from CNN
So peep the Thriller of Manilla
Wreck shit like Godzilla
Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
MC's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder
And say "This Bud's for you"
DJ Clue, The Professional, uh huh
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor
(NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD
The Squadron (It's My Thing '99)
Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out
(STUPID)
Aiyyo, we got these hoes
Spreaded out like mustard
The Squad go to war like General Custer
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard
And havin bad dreams of
Spooky voices and graveyards
First of all, I'm the E of EPMD
Rockin the Player Way like Eightball & MJG
Squadron, my click be fully armed
I got dough, my account be fat and formed
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta Fuck Ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
Aiyyo I detonate on impact
So niggas better get back
The playahaters stay off the dick
P ain't wit that the blunt, I split that
Bust a four wit the kick back
No need to stress that chickenhead nigga
Already hit that
I put the pow in the wow
Like gun to the powder
Give the hardcore niggas something they
Could be proud of
I get out of hand like I lost my arm
Decipher the head of c-cipher like Voltron
Who got wins? those that be hard pretend
You got skills? come here
Let me tap that chin
Bing, my style ropa dope around the ring
I'm well promoted
And don't even know Don King
Call me the Sam Cassell
Shots two minute on the clock
Cops know the SL handle well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big
Ass feet out them Chanels
Aiyyo my brain attack this
Hip hop shit aggressively my recipe
Mixed wit stress and niggas testin me
Consecutively, five golds so technically
You niggas got a long way to
Go to catch the PMD
Aiyyo we put you to the test
Put it through your chest
Make a mothafucker catch a cardiac arrest
Live out the Fresh Fest, one of the best
I asked my nigga Red Alert
He said "YEESSSSS"
I intimidate MC's from the throwing
Of my vocal tone it don't work
I show em the chrome and flash the greens
Coincide wit the red beam
And hear about it all day on Street Scene
I Welcome niggas like Kotter
To the night marauder pull out my gat
You'll be like "AAAGH!" like Godfather
I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic
In fact, my big-ass dick sunk the Titanic
An MC massacre
Got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these niggas mad
P?) cuz we the masters (CLUE)
We catch you niggas wit glass
And who you gon askin
Like you gaspin, backin up while P's blastin
I'll be like "ROOF!" Get At Me Dog like DMX
Keith Murray pack a black tech
And I don't give a fuck, I can't be touched
Females jump in my flow like double-dutch
My technique, knock niggas off they feet
(why)
I'm Ultimate, like the fuckin break beat
It's My Thing, back wit the sequel
Hold my Squad down wit
The chrome desert eagle
Yo, I go back like straps
Puttin Lee patch where your knee at
Puff wit mi das
And no Civics wit the ski racks
Shut niggas down that be tryin to win
I'll be like " Wha What
What!" like I'm from CNN
So peep the Thriller of Manilla
Wreck shit like Godzilla
Drink Old English, can not stand Miller
MC's cold rockin till the party's through
Then they tap me on the shoulder
And say "This Bud's for you"
DJ Clue, The Professional, uh huh